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Thursday, March 05, 2009


Here's what's annoying about facebook:
You get excited about stumbling across people you used to know and haven't seen in years, and then you friend them, and then you see their friends list and find more friends you haven't seen in years and then you friend them and it just snowballs from there.

And then you suddenly realize that there is a reason you haven't seen these people in years. Meh.
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Thursday, February 26, 2009

Book of faces.

I've become a Facebook addict. Well, not addict really. I mean, I can't stand all those little apps. At first it was fun, but then it became overwhelming and I just kinda erased almost all of them. It seems like I get a bunch of app-related requests every day and it pains me to click ignore, so I end up just letting them sit there.

Yesterday, I did the email check thing and discovered that a long lost friend had signed up! Rob. The famous Rob. The Rob that occupies such a significant portion of my personal timeline that my life is divided into BR and AR (Before Rob and... you get the point).

His profile pic is that of one of the most adorable baby pictures I've ever seen. Apparently he got married a couple of years ago and his son is now 8 months old.
We chatted in Facebook chat for a while. He's happy. He loves being married, he lives in astonished amazement at the little person that has made him a dad, and he enjoys his job. It's tough to describe how I feel about this. I'm not a religious person, but I imagine this is what it feels like when someone's prayers are answered.
I love Rob. He is one of the most kind, funny, dear, dear people that exist on this planet. In fact, I think in one of my previous posts on this blog I discussed how I felt about him and why I broke up with him. It's a long story; I won't rehash.
Suffice it to say that the conversation I had with him yesterday has made me happy too, down to my very soul. I wish him nothing but good things, just as I always have.
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Saturday, February 21, 2009

Jenna Bo Benna

I haven't gone back to WoW at all, but neither have I felt much inclined to post here. There are things I'd love to write down and save just for the sake of journaling, but there are so few things I want to share with the world - if you know what I mean. I guess that frustration has just led me to sort of abandon my little blog here.

The email I got from blogger alerting me to Jenna's recent comment brought me back. Jenna! I got your Xmas card but lost it before I had a chance to respond! Email me or something. I miss you.

So not much has changed in the months since I've written here. I finished the Fall semester with good grades and have since started a Spring semester, which of course I feel like I'm failing. I always feel like I'm failing. This is good though because history has shown that when I do not feel like I'm failing, I actually fail.
posted by hilary at 1:51 PM | 1 comments | links to this post

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Mother's advice.

I love the winter, but I am not so in love with the static that is associated with New England's driest season. It's hair-raising. Haha.
When I was in fifth grade, my mom offered me this advice: If static electricity causes your hair to stand up, simply lick the palm of your hand and rub your hair for instant results. You should tell your friends.
Worst. Advice. Ever.
Not the hair part - that actually works - but the "tell your friends you spit in your own hair" part. I did not heed it, until today, insulated by internet anonymity.

So if you find yourself out and about without a can of Static Guard and your hair begins to flee from your head, just lick your palm to tame it. It works, tell your friends.
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

One A, Two A, Red A, Blue A

Where have I been?
I turned off my computer a few days after Thanksgiving and declined to use it while studying for finals. After going for a while without it, I sort of fell out of previous routines. This is not such a bad thing, really. While I regret not keeping up with the blog (mainly because I have no wish to disappear for two years again), I don't really regret taking a break from my pointless web surfing distractions.

I'm done with the semester and, in the two classes that mark my entrée into grad school, I earned an A and an A-. Yay me. =)
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008


Credit cards are bad, mmkay?
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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Blast from the past.

I got an emailed friend request from Facebook this morning. Generally, I never bother with Facebook. I signed up way back when it was just for ppl in school, but now it's all over. The bigger it gets, the less I want to be part of it. Make sense? Probably not, but meh.

So the request was from this guy whose name I didn't recognize. Luckily, he included a note in which he explained his original last name and that he was using his middle name. Oh Em Gee, the middle school memories came flooding back. He was a skater guy, kind of a dork I guess. I was extremely attracted to him, of course. That's me. I like the dorks. He had kind of long, black hair. Dark eyes. Kind of a long face. Medium tall (taller than me, anyway, which isn't saying that much). String bean body.

His buddy was the behemoth captain-of-the-football/wrestling team type. More brawn than brains, of course. The kind of guy you just sort of want to avoid, but he seems to be everywhere. So brawn>brains and I were passing notes in class and he asked me who do I "like." This is middle school, did I mention that?
The guy I "liked" (aforementioned Facebook dork) was the object of obsession of the Class Queen. Admitting I had a crush on him was tantamount to 8th grade suicide. I was coy; I wrote back, "I'll give you a hint: you know him." In a class of maybe 50 people, of COURSE he knew him. It wasn't much of a hint, but somehow brawn>brains assumed I meant I was talking about HIM and wrote me back to tell me he liked me too and oh would I "go out" with him. Ugh. Class Queen #2 was crushing on brawn>brains AND I wanted nothing to do with him.
So of course I said yes and we dated. *facepalm*

I kind of figured out that brawn>brains was more interested in my body than my mind (Headline News! Grass is green, sky is blue, and 8th grade boys aren't interested in deep conversation that doesn't lead to making out!). Shocking, I know.
My response was one that sort of set a pattern for my future relationships. Instead of breaking up with him, I kind of just disappeared from the relationship. I didn't talk to him at school or anywhere else. I didn't make a scene. Maybe I'm non-confrontational, maybe I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Whatever it is, that's how I break up with someone. I cease to participate in the world sphere that once included an "us."

A couple of weeks or so after my disappearance, I got a call from a mutual friend who let me know that brawn>brains wanted to break up. I honestly had no idea who he was talking about. "Oh, were we still dating?" I asked. Haha, brawn>brains was listening in. Nice blow to the ego right there. Oopsie. He got me back later by running a negative campaign against me for class president.

Anyway, back to the dork. As far as I know, he never went out with the Class Queen. We did smooch once at a party, which was probably scandalous, I don't know. I don't remember what happened after 8th grade. It's quite possible that he left school and went somewhere else. I don't have any high school memories of him.

So where is he today? In NYC, apparently. An artist! I should have known. My class was full of ridiculously creative people. Judging by his website, he's a pretty darn good artist. Another classmate (the guy who called me for brawn>brains) is a famous musician now. Another classmate works as a designer for Armani. Another schoolmate (a few years ahead of my class) has been in several movies and is now a main character in a popular primetime tv show. The list goes on and on. So many talented people.

Out of all the people I went to school with, the vast majority I'd love to never talk to or hear from again - dorks from 8th grade on whom I had a crush excluded. Yay for Facebook!
posted by hilary at 7:41 AM | 0 comments | links to this post